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A TELL TALE HEART

TRUE!-NERVOUS-VERY very dreadfully nervous i had been and am but why will you say that i am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses-not destoryed- not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute.I heard many thing in hell. How then am i mad? and observe how heathily- how calmly i can tell you this story.

it is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain but once conceived it haunted me day and night. Object there was none. Passion there was none. I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. He had never given me insult. For his gold I had no desire. I think it was his eyes! yes it was this! He had the eye of a vulture- pale blue eyes with film over it. Whenever it fell upon me mybloodran cold and so by degrees-very gradually- I made up my mind to take the life of the old man and thus rid myself of the eye forever.

Now this is the point. You fancy me mad. Madman know nothing. But you should have seen me.

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You should go see the play I love this one and the Raven I think Edgar Allen Poe is amazing one of my favorite writers!!!!!!! To bad hes dead. :( And the disease he has is some kind of mental disease and the old mans eye is just a cadarac(just incase u didnt know u prob did)